to The Smoker

"- angry brides stare at me from the pages of their lives of fisher-price vampires AND TEA FOR TWO was just an excuse. we sit, look pretty. we taste, look pretty. we excuse ourselves from the tab..."

"- e, dere eik      in die eke with bells on!    with his fingers in his mouth\ with  his  despair  residing in the south " gshyn " or so he said to me...              hesitantly clicke..."

"- empty belly feels right. mouth watering for that meat -eaten cow, am not proud. ran before finished cutting my fingers are tired my arms are heavy as my eyes are go to sleep, dreaming of the ..."

"- heavy  dream finished cutting   spoke to you in soft tongue of mouth empty meat lay  down  on  soft  bed    dream  of  the  aurora  borealis move cutting fingers skies illuminate..."

"- and i thought  "i'm going to hurt this pome"   ime cutting these words in to little creamcakes ime hashing spleen for my mistakes   i'll tie words up in rigid shoelace cathedrals they'll scre..."

"-   tired swelling brain, there are too many words,   [semantic universe] -i sat skit fiddle in my confusion and dirty socks. i wrote this little because of the world of ma..."